The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 1974

A Sharp Angle

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At dusk, the slanting sunlight.

The bespectacled young man, who would become a third-year high school student after this summer, was carrying a stack of study materials home.

Because he had passed a game store on the way home and failed to resist the promotions for several newly released adult games, the bespectacled young man had delayed his return. He had no choice but to take a shortcut and hurry home before curfew.

But the alleys and narrow roads in the city had not been very safe lately.

Rumor had it that the city had recently seen many cases of protection racketeering and robbery committed under the guise of being monsters or superpowered individuals.

It should be fine...

The bespectacled young man quietly consoled himself while clutching all his study materials to his chest and gradually quickening his pace.

"Hey, kid! Stop!"

A voice suddenly rang out.

The bespectacled young man was instantly startled. He immediately lowered his head and took off running, but he did not get far before a figure directly blocked his path.

Dusk was fading. In the dim alley, the bespectacled young man saw a huge figure hidden in the shadows... and it had horns! It actually had horns!

Two horns resembling those of a bull grew from its head, and the figure was slowly approaching him.

The bespectacled young man was nearly scared witless. He staggered backward and fell to the ground. Curling up and clutching his head, he cried, "Don't hit me... I don't have any money! I spent all my money on games... I mean, study materials! Don't hit me..."

The huge figure had already appeared before the bespectacled young man, completely blocking his view.

In the darkness, those sharp horns looked exceptionally terrifying.

Just then, a sickly green light suddenly appeared, illuminating

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